(Right:Untitled (Sarah) by Ingar Krauss Found somewhere in France)
Dream Song 14 by John Berryman
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea years,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatingly) 'Ever to confess you're bored
means you have no
Inner Resources.' I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
People bore me,
literature bores me, especially great literature,
Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes
as bad as achilles,
wholoves people and valiant art, which bores me.
And the tranquill hills, & gin, look like a drag
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
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(Right:Untitled (Sarah) by Ingar Krauss Found somewhere in France)
Dream Song 14 by John Berryman
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea years,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatingly) 'Ever to confess you're bored
means you have no
Inner Resources.' I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
People bore me,
literature bores me, especially great literature,
Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes
as bad as achilles,
wholoves people and valiant art, which bores me.
And the tranquill hills, & gin, look like a drag
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.